This morning I walked bare footed through the charred fields of hell. The ground was covered in soot and still smoldering. Everything was black. Smoke lingered in the air burning my lungs, drying my lips. Each step was a blur as the heat cause my eyes to burn and tear. There was this non-existent fire burning my body. I could feel the heat like I was only inches below the sun but I could not see any light nor fire, just the blurry aftermath.
The sounds I heard were beyond horrifying...I could only use my sense of sound to protect myself. Danger was close. Blindly, I tried to steer myself away from the screams. Fear gripped my soul.
I realized that I was in the valley of the shadow of death. With a desperate plea for hope, quietly I repeated psalms, "I shall fear no evil, you are with me, your rod and staff comfort me". I dropped to my knees in a layer of hot ash... still blinded I frantically searched for my emblematic staff...But just as my fingers firmly grip a random stick, I jumped backwards releasing the sizzling burning wood from my blistered palms. I then jumped to my feet and began to run...
I found my way through the darkness... into the dimly lit shade... The air was stale but no longer burned my throat. I felt relief. When my eyes adjusted, I saw the black soot that clung to skin but what else laid with in my sights was a vision far to morbid to even write about.
I had blindly wandered into a mass grave... Although I could see pounding of their hearts, these people were dead. My head started to spin or maybe I was still and it was my surroundings spinning...
I fell into what seemed to be an endless black hole... I woke with my heart pounding both hands clutching my sweat soaked sheets. Thank God that was just a dream... a nightmare.
Let me just say this, I spared you many horrifying details! That was by far one of the worst nightmares I have ever had... next to the dream of a psychopath reaching into my stomach and stealing my soul. Then of course there was the nightmares I was plagued with as a child about Alf coming into my room, relentlessly tickling me... I still hate Alf, and refuse to be with in a five mile radius of anything pertaining to the twisted 1980's sitcom!
As I look at the world around me, even with all the destruction, pain and suffering, I am still thankful that this world is my reality and that the dark caverns in my subconscious mind is not a real world that in reality exist to me.